I did not know the lighthouse was white; it always seemed gray, like the cold empty sea to which it stood sentinel. But, once, the sun danced through the clouds and the lighthouse beamed – adagio of glow upon stone. Soon, the tide ebbed; bitter clouds closed in; things returned to gray. I am lonely, fearful of storms.by Danny Earl SimmonsHis work…

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